Aaron was sitting on one of two chairs he had. There were not his belongings. He has gotten them for temporary using on his new job. His domain consisted of the couple of shirts, third ties, a
bowl, a teaspoon and the full book trunk.

Yesterday, Aaron rented an apartment in the absolutely unknown city, probably silent district and in the two-storey house made once upon a time from the strange material. Outside it looked like
bricks. The doubts embraced inside. Inside the house came to live and started mumbling permanently with voices of all the habitats from all the flats. The noise of voices crowded space of
architecture construction invading into the stairs, walls, and ceilings and forcing them to vibe. Sometimes, the muttering became loud and reached the scream level. Sometimes, it turned to the
murmur of the old lady from the next doorway when she was praying and asking her mysterious God to forgive her for the last lived day.

The apartment would be better. There were hordes of cockroaches, flies, fleas, and spiders scattered their webs everywhere. Today Aaron got as much sleep as possible. At that moment, he was smoking
and drinking coffee. It was the fifth bowl, and because of that, his thoughts foamed in his brain, and his heart rhythmically banging to his temples.

“What has to be done at the beginning?” He asked himself to inspect the surrounding. “Probably it would take one month”. All the insects would have to be killed, the ceilings must be painted and
the walls should be covered by wallpaper. The mission seemed impossible. “Maybe I would need two months…or three…” Anyway, the devil is not so black as it’s painted. The eyes can afraid, but the
wings have to waive”

The wings. He started smoking, and his memory flooded his brain. He has put himself in that group of young people occasionally. It was the evening summer time and he did nothing. The cell phone
made a sound. His younger sister asked, “Came to us”

“Easy”, answered Aron, had not caught any own ideas.

In fact, Aaron as, probably, most of ??? people did not like to invade in a tight-knit band. However, at that time he was wondered by himself and agreed without any hesitating.

Somebody may say that the random meetings do not exist.

A teenage girl called Valley looked a little bit funny because of her denim jumpsuit and careless hairdo. She belonged to type of people who were ready to notice dirty trick in anybody’s words and
at the same time felt themselves in the center of Universe. After the third shot, she was loudly talking about her experience of a parachute jump.

“Can you image?..”

She screamed aloud, like seagull floating above the lagoon.

“I have not remembered, had I jumped by myself or somebody helped me by the strong kick. Outside the plane, the public helmet dropped down to my eyes. I haven’t seen anything. Something
sharply pulls me up. I was shocked. I have not pulled the serving parachute in time to block it and it revealed up. I was landed with two parachutes – the base and the save. It was so far from the
place when I had to lend… It was somewhere in the bush. The remembering of this experience was the angry instructor’s words,

“Hi stupid cu*t, are you really want they put me to jail because of you?! “

Everybody was laughing.

While Valley was telling, Aaron thought that he will never be so courage to do something like that nice girl in her twenty years. Probably, somebody does it in their fourteen, but he did not mind
about. He saw the lady who has made the act which he would never do, even if had tried to do it. Aaron was amazed and overwhelmed. And his amassing was an equivalent of his sense of inferiority. He
was able asking only, “What was the altitude you have jumped?”

Valley immediately took offense.

“So!”

She stared at Aaron’s sister and started smiling like Joker acted by Heat Lager, “Helga, let’s conduct your brother to his home and spend our rest time without the losers and f*cking sharp
fellow?”

It was a ridiculous habit to realize the barb always and everywhere. It pushed Aaron to explain to the girl that he had had no any sarcasm in his words.

Valley had a full doubt face.

Despite that accident, the rest of the night continued rather well at a minimum. Aaron hoped on it. The alcohol made his deal. It makes people talkative, restricts the sense of distance, and
extinguished the feeling of Valley’s justness.

…Aaron filled the sixth cup of coffee. The written on the can promise twenty-five only. It meant that the rest was eighteen. Seventeen days it was duration till the salary. It meant a little bit
more than one cup of coffee per day. Yes! The financial problem was topical.

But what about wings?!

Last night one of his wards Ivan Spiridonov stabbed directly to heart his roommate named Sergey Krinkin. It was an unpredictable event.

That is true; Spiridonov was a sort of a psycho. He had been a prisoner a lot of years. The first time he had tried to murder his sergeant when he was recruited to the army. The sergeant was the
austere person and got the bullet into his neck from freedom-loving person Spiridonov. The sergeant became a handicap. He would never make a step and the rest of his life he was laying on a bed and
cursing at Spiridonov. The murder nothing denied. He was punished and put to a jail for long fifteen years. In the jail, he continued to love the freedom and tried to escape. It was unsuccessful
and added the additional period in the prison for Ivan.

The next step in Spiridonov’s life was the special government institute for the former thieves and murders because when he achieved the liberty, he became the old man without the home, any
profession, and point of life.

Everything he did was looked like he changed. It seemed like his life gave him the main lesson. His psychopathic intentions probably were vanished in the past. Spiridonov started working. He found
the carpenter talent inside himself and revealed in his work all the days making chairs, cabinets, tables. At the end of the days, he came back to his room, where he had one roommate, and started
ingraining the wood icons. The icons shew sad faces with infinite grief and eternity suffer. Maybe he was forced by the feeling of guilt or something else. Anyway, he changed.

At the last Spiridonov’s night in the shelter his roommate Krinkin tumbled to the medical room on the first floor, and the handle of the carpenter knife stuck out from his chest. At the same time,
Spiridonov was not washing hands from the roommate blood, lied down on his bed, faced to the icons which had been making with the same arms.

He did not have even one drop of repentance when the police broke into the room and clicked the handcuffs.

He only said, «I had to cut his wings”.

We are animals, or animals are we, everybody decides alone. For what reason do we have brains, ability to speak, and understand words? Do we have it only to stab each other with knives till their
handles?

But what’s about the wings?

The wings have to be not the luxuries, but they must be the essential for the humanity. Possessing the wings makes possible to fly from hardship, adversities, and troubles. It makes possible to
hide from enemies and friends, to escape from spouses and lovers. The wings help to everybody to abandon the place with a few crumbs of bread and get the place with a lot of oiled sunflower seeds.

There is only one disadvantage. Nature is made on the way where the presence of the wings means the small quantity if matter inside the head. Otherwise, the flight becomes a problem. The gravity
catches the neurons and drags an object down to the Earth, which is sphere from the altitude and plane from the surface.

However, the human race is artful. The mankind has invented the parachute. And now everybody can feel own self with wings and ability to fly for a brief period. Later he or she understands that it
was not a real flight. Really, it was landing only.

Probably, because of that Aaron asked Valley

“What was the altitude you have jumped?”

It meant what was the altitude which from the gravity and your brain pulls you to the ground?

Maybe the brain is not the main point? Could it be not enough evolution for the people? Is it possible that wings will become additional limbs for us in the future?

Aaron remained another patient named Krestovsky. He liked speculating about Geometry.

“What is the geometry?”

He has asked frequently every time rising up his index finger.

“Literally, it was nothing more than measuring of the ground translating from ancient Greek. When Euclid created Geometry, he was absolutely convinced that the Earth was flat. Others opinion were
impossible because astronomy said the Sun revolve around the Earth. The Earth was in the center of Universe and shaped flat and lied on big animals and was not moving anywhere. Those were the
geocentric laws.”

Usually, Krestovsky made a deep breath at that moment, acted the dramatic pause and then continued, “So, Euclid based Geometry on the laws of the flatness. Now the mankind has achieved the cosmos
and understood the Earth shaped as a sphere; nevertheless, the basic math knowledge is based on the laws of flatness. Our perception is flat, therefore our infinity is flat. Because of that, our
imagination cannot achieve the totally. If we continue to think this way, we will be able to up in the air, but never using our own wings”.

Then he became sad, and waving his hand, went away from the audience.

Fortunately, the contemporary psychiatry determines Krestovsky’s ideas as the delusion. Krestovsky had been treating by insulin coma therapy but has not gotten any sanity. The Copernic time is
somewhere long ago.

The smart people say that the truth is located in the middle. If the line of the being is as endless as Euclid’s line, where is the middle? Where is the midpoint of the Infinity?

Aaron started smoking again. He heard the sound of water was dropping from the kitchens tap. It was the time around midnight. Some youth sat outside Aaron’s window. They were chatting and crunched
the mentioned seeds of the sunflower.

Aaron came closer and saw throw the unclear glass. The streetlight was bright and hanged in the darkness instead of the Moon. Two lovers, hand in hand, slowly flew to the light spot. They were
faced to each other, lightly smiled and synchronically waived their huge, white, beautiful wings. Aaron looked at how they leisurely floated through the air till turned to the small white point
which then vanished among the stars in the depth of the night sky.

His head immediately became devastated. He mutually extinguished the cigarette in the empty coffee can and taking the towel went to the shower.

The Wings.

Aaron was sitting on one of two chairs he had. There were not his belongings. He has gotten them for temporary using on his new job. His domain consisted of the couple of shirts, third ties, a
bowl, a teaspoon and the full book trunk.

Yesterday, Aaron rented an apartment in the absolutely unknown city, probably silent district and in the two-storey house made once upon a time from the strange material. Outside it looked like
bricks. The doubts embraced inside. Inside the house came to live and started mumbling permanently with voices of all the habitats from all the flats. The noise of voices crowded space of
architecture construction invading into the stairs, walls, and ceilings and forcing them to vibe. Sometimes, the muttering became loud and reached the scream level. Sometimes, it turned to the
murmur of the old lady from the next doorway when she was praying and asking her mysterious God to forgive her for the last lived day.

The apartment would be better. There were hordes of cockroaches, flies, fleas, and spiders scattered their webs everywhere. Today Aaron got as much sleep as possible. At that moment, he was smoking
and drinking coffee. It was the fifth bowl, and because of that, his thoughts foamed in his brain, and his heart rhythmically banging to his temples.

“What has to be done at the beginning?” He asked himself to inspect the surrounding. “Probably it would take one month”. All the insects would have to be killed, the ceilings must be painted and
the walls should be covered by wallpaper. The mission seemed impossible. “Maybe I would need two months…or three…” Anyway, the devil is not so black as it’s painted. The eyes can afraid, but the
wings have to waive”

The wings. He started smoking, and his memory flooded his brain. He has put himself in that group of young people occasionally. It was the evening summer time and he did nothing. The cell phone
made a sound. His younger sister asked, “Came to us”

“Easy”, answered Aron, had not caught any own ideas.

In fact, Aaron as, probably, most of ??? people did not like to invade in a tight-knit band. However, at that time he was wondered by himself and agreed without any hesitating.

Somebody may say that the random meetings do not exist.

A teenage girl called Valley looked a little bit funny because of her denim jumpsuit and careless hairdo. She belonged to type of people who were ready to notice dirty trick in anybody’s words and
at the same time felt themselves in the center of Universe. After the third shot, she was loudly talking about her experience of a parachute jump.

“Can you image?..”

She screamed aloud, like seagull floating above the lagoon.

“I have not remembered, had I jumped by myself or somebody helped me by the strong kick. Outside the plane, the public helmet dropped down to my eyes. I haven’t seen anything. Something
sharply pulls me up. I was shocked. I have not pulled the serving parachute in time to block it and it revealed up. I was landed with two parachutes – the base and the save. It was so far from the
place when I had to lend… It was somewhere in the bush. The remembering of this experience was the angry instructor’s words,

“Hi stupid cu*t, are you really want they put me to jail because of you?! “

Everybody was laughing.

While Valley was telling, Aaron thought that he will never be so courage to do something like that nice girl in her twenty years. Probably, somebody does it in their fourteen, but he did not mind
about. He saw the lady who has made the act which he would never do, even if had tried to do it. Aaron was amazed and overwhelmed. And his amassing was an equivalent of his sense of inferiority. He
was able asking only, “What was the altitude you have jumped?”

Valley immediately took offense.

“So!”

She stared at Aaron’s sister and started smiling like Joker acted by Heat Lager, “Helga, let’s conduct your brother to his home and spend our rest time without the losers and f*cking sharp
fellow?”

It was a ridiculous habit to realize the barb always and everywhere. It pushed Aaron to explain to the girl that he had had no any sarcasm in his words.

Valley had a full doubt face.

Despite that accident, the rest of the night continued rather well at a minimum. Aaron hoped on it. The alcohol made his deal. It makes people talkative, restricts the sense of distance, and
extinguished the feeling of Valley’s justness.

…Aaron filled the sixth cup of coffee. The written on the can promise twenty-five only. It meant that the rest was eighteen. Seventeen days it was duration till the salary. It meant a little bit
more than one cup of coffee per day. Yes! The financial problem was topical.

But what about wings?!

Last night one of his wards Ivan Spiridonov stabbed directly to heart his roommate named Sergey Krinkin. It was an unpredictable event.

That is true; Spiridonov was a sort of a psycho. He had been a prisoner a lot of years. The first time he had tried to murder his sergeant when he was recruited to the army. The sergeant was the
austere person and got the bullet into his neck from freedom-loving person Spiridonov. The sergeant became a handicap. He would never make a step and the rest of his life he was laying on a bed and
cursing at Spiridonov. The murder nothing denied. He was punished and put to a jail for long fifteen years. In the jail, he continued to love the freedom and tried to escape. It was unsuccessful
and added the additional period in the prison for Ivan.

The next step in Spiridonov’s life was the special government institute for the former thieves and murders because when he achieved the liberty, he became the old man without the home, any
profession, and point of life.

Everything he did was looked like he changed. It seemed like his life gave him the main lesson. His psychopathic intentions probably were vanished in the past. Spiridonov started working. He found
the carpenter talent inside himself and revealed in his work all the days making chairs, cabinets, tables. At the end of the days, he came back to his room, where he had one roommate, and started
ingraining the wood icons. The icons shew sad faces with infinite grief and eternity suffer. Maybe he was forced by the feeling of guilt or something else. Anyway, he changed.

At the last Spiridonov’s night in the shelter his roommate Krinkin tumbled to the medical room on the first floor, and the handle of the carpenter knife stuck out from his chest. At the same time,
Spiridonov was not washing hands from the roommate blood, lied down on his bed, faced to the icons which had been making with the same arms.

He did not have even one drop of repentance when the police broke into the room and clicked the handcuffs.

He only said, «I had to cut his wings”.

We are animals, or animals are we, everybody decides alone. For what reason do we have brains, ability to speak, and understand words? Do we have it only to stab each other with knives till their
handles?

But what’s about the wings?

The wings have to be not the luxuries, but they must be the essential for the humanity. Possessing the wings makes possible to fly from hardship, adversities, and troubles. It makes possible to
hide from enemies and friends, to escape from spouses and lovers. The wings help to everybody to abandon the place with a few crumbs of bread and get the place with a lot of oiled sunflower seeds.

There is only one disadvantage. Nature is made on the way where the presence of the wings means the small quantity if matter inside the head. Otherwise, the flight becomes a problem. The gravity
catches the neurons and drags an object down to the Earth, which is sphere from the altitude and plane from the surface.

However, the human race is artful. The mankind has invented the parachute. And now everybody can feel own self with wings and ability to fly for a brief period. Later he or she understands that it
was not a real flight. Really, it was landing only.

Probably, because of that Aaron asked Valley

“What was the altitude you have jumped?”

It meant what was the altitude which from the gravity and your brain pulls you to the ground?

Maybe the brain is not the main point? Could it be not enough evolution for the people? Is it possible that wings will become additional limbs for us in the future?

Aaron remained another patient named Krestovsky. He liked speculating about Geometry.

“What is the geometry?”

He has asked frequently every time rising up his index finger.

“Literally, it was nothing more than measuring of the ground translating from ancient Greek. When Euclid created Geometry, he was absolutely convinced that the Earth was flat. Others opinion were
impossible because astronomy said the Sun revolve around the Earth. The Earth was in the center of Universe and shaped flat and lied on big animals and was not moving anywhere. Those were the
geocentric laws.”

Usually, Krestovsky made a deep breath at that moment, acted the dramatic pause and then continued, “So, Euclid based Geometry on the laws of the flatness. Now the mankind has achieved the cosmos
and understood the Earth shaped as a sphere; nevertheless, the basic math knowledge is based on the laws of flatness. Our perception is flat, therefore our infinity is flat. Because of that, our
imagination cannot achieve the totally. If we continue to think this way, we will be able to up in the air, but never using our own wings”.

Then he became sad, and waving his hand, went away from the audience.

Fortunately, the contemporary psychiatry determines Krestovsky’s ideas as the delusion. Krestovsky had been treating by insulin coma therapy but has not gotten any sanity. The Copernic time is
somewhere long ago.

The smart people say that the truth is located in the middle. If the line of the being is as endless as Euclid’s line, where is the middle? Where is the midpoint of the Infinity?

Aaron started smoking again. He heard the sound of water was dropping from the kitchens tap. It was the time around midnight. Some youth sat outside Aaron’s window. They were chatting and crunched
the mentioned seeds of the sunflower.

Aaron came closer and saw throw the unclear glass. The streetlight was bright and hanged in the darkness instead of the Moon. Two lovers, hand in hand, slowly flew to the light spot. They were
faced to each other, lightly smiled and synchronically waived their huge, white, beautiful wings. Aaron looked at how they leisurely floated through the air till turned to the small white point
which then vanished among the stars in the depth of the night sky.

His head immediately became devastated. He mutually extinguished the cigarette in the empty coffee can and taking the towel went to the shower.